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While she had ensured the entrapment of the woman, her hand came away from the mans belt feeling as he pulled away thinking he could escape. It was unforgivable to let the woman stay behind in his stay, to only care for his own life. Disappointed by the man’s decision, and her own ability in compelling. Even though her words were heard by her brother, and he did calm down she knew that wouldn’t last long with one of their meals trying to get away.

Watching the scrambling of the man become instantly stopped by Lein, she just laughed. It was funny to think this man believed he could escape her brother, and in that instant her brother contorted into his true visage in front of the man. Demanding his maker, putting the fear of the god Kronos in him.

Turning her attention back to the woman who stood in silence next to her, she leaned in kissing the woman on the lips locking in her control over the woman. Dropping her hand from under her chin, she would smile. “Come with me, love.” Her words were soft and soothing, inviting with promises of an unbreakable love.

The woman followed Tatia as she walked up to take her place near her brother’s side, looking down at the man who now bowed before him with a reserved smile. Reaching up to gently touch the shoulder of her brother, she could feel the power that rolled off him as he pressed his presence down over the man who laid in a groveling position. “Come Lein, lets take our new toys to our place of rest.” Tatia felt her body reacting to her brothers’ power, fighting the urge to let her true presence press down on the two delectable humans before them.

Since her resurrection Tatia had more urges to bring the end of life to humans, to let out the destruction that would be the devil in Tatia. To let the fear, drown a victim, to let them scream themselves to death. To watch one feed on another under her compulsion, while she waited excitedly to take them both in her arms to bathe in their blood.

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Since her undeath and rebirth…. The infused fragment of Leinhart's soul, plunging his own nine ribs from his body to bask in a pool of his Pureblood. Since her resurrection, she became significantly in tune with the ways of a vampress, a Countess, a Choisel Matriach. As his twin sibling they were one in unison, she'd feel how he sentiment, he'd see what she would witness throughout the passing of time, her joys became his laughter …… His pains became her sorrows and vice versa. Yet, the truths to this was that she had been created through him, to resemble, to be as if she was an offspring of his own. The reality of this was, that he had lied to her. There was no Father Lucif, he was her genitor so identical, the only logical explanation of such was to deceive her for as long as he could withhold the exposure of his own lies. She was in fact, in an estranged manner, like a daughter he had been obsessed with,  but even deeper than that, a being he had loved over centuries that he killed her to make her a Choisel by birthright in her after life. 

As she made way towards him, he'd remember the Blood Eve like it was yesterday. His sacrifice of her, that he loved so much to end life and recreate. That he was so obsessed with, he reconstructed her in a way that she'd never leave his side, that she would never be harmed by mundane means. That she became a splitting image of himself. An immortal

"Now, you may rise to your feet child."

Tis' was also factual, his boiling angers were only cooled by her soothing touch and manners. That, no matter how bad his rage may became, she was the extinguisher to his flames. He would wait the day until she fully awakened her powers, that they would conquer the New World together. It all would start, here in Martial Town. 

The man willingly did so, yet it was the fact that he knew ---- this was his last moments alive. It was that feeling of helplessness, being unable to do something about it. Weak, and worthless. Then the idea crossed him, how he actually fled his girlfriend, the woman he told many a time he loved. Death was only right by him, now. He didn't deserve life, or to live. They began their walk into the dark streets they care, fading from the scene of the park with their hostages and though the nightlife seemed to pick up there wasn't a soul present to witness what just occurred. The horrid works of living vampires. Taking his gain right there and then was best in Leinhart's demented mind, but a little foreplay didn't cause no more harm then what had already happened. These two were in awe and Leinhart grew stronger because of it, he fed on their fears and his body cringed and convulsed over it. Soon, in finding an abandoned run-down apartment building they would claim it as their own atleast for the remainder of their stay in Martial Town. It was a building a few stories high, in what seemed an area of high-crime, drugs, and poverty. Leinhart pushed the steel gates opened and allowed the three to take lead in entering. Tatia of course, took these moments with glee - like a child experiencing brand new toys.

In fact, these were their play things for the night.

@Eternity

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With the rage of Leinhart extinguished with her soothing touch, the energy he gave off fading into the background. Taking a step back to allow the man to stand at the order of her brother, she smiled. With that they lead the way towards the run down apartment building they were calling home for the time being, a building that looked  like something out of a horror movie. It was clear that no one would ever step foot into this building, the grounds were overgrown and the gate screamed when opened. 

Following Lein through the gates after their treats, she couldn’t help but take in the full view of the place, although she was used to much different lodgings, this had to do for now. It was obvious to everyone that she was inside her own thoughts, but that didn’t keep her from holding the hand of the girl who remained under her control. Turning her bright smiling blue eyes to the girl, she swung their hands like they were best friends. Feeling the tingling of fear radiating through the girls body as she couldn’t stop herself from following them inside, Tatia gave the hand a squeeze of anticipation as they entered. 

“I think couples deserve the room they desire..” 

Tatia didn’t leave Lein any time to respond, as she had already begun to drag the girl behind her towards one of the apartments that held the most bedrooms. This would give her a place to bathe in the blood of her prey, while still being able to find other somewhat clean rooms to take up as her own when her inner demon cooled down. Surprisingly the apartments still had electricity, but it was clear that the place had sat for many years by the look of cobwebs and old fixtures. Some of the lights didn’t work, many flashed and flickered. The place was like a haunted landmark, the very place people decided to walk on the other side of the street just by appearances. 

Still clinging to the girls clammy hand, Tatia pulled her through several doors, and up some stairs. Soon they found themselves in a large bedroom with an old four poster bed, the mattress obviously had seen better days. Cobwebs hung from the bedpost closest to the head of the bed, while the bed was dressed in old bedding that looked as if the moths had the time of their lives with. 

Dropping the hand of the girl after leading her to the center of the room, just short of the bed. Spinning around with her arms up in the air, a dark excitement radiated from her. “Lein, don’t you think this is the perfect place for lovers?” The girl stood in fear, her body shaking uncontrollably as her mind awaited the next command her mistress gave her. 

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"You've never lied to once, darling."

Leinhart was correct. She had knew what he desired before he even made mentions. The four of them now stood in the bedroom he waited by the door almost desperately, a tender white hand polished in black at the fingernails gripped the frame with his icy blue primordial eyes that swirled in vicious intent watching the couple lead towards the massive king-sized bed. After realizing there hadn't been much he could do himself, the man accepted the fact becoming fully aware, he and his so-called beloved were not living in a dream and that this night was truly a horror. In his uselessness, he drug himself tearlessly towards the edge of the bed alongside her. These two were no more than twenty something odd years and had lived a life full of parties, sex and drugs …. A pair of college students they were, bright but at the same time so damn stupid and unappreciable for their youthful years that tonight, they desired to give life a second chance. It was a tad too late for all that.

"Leave them for now, come with me. Perhaps we allow them time to collect themselves, before we feast."

His words seemed to gravitate towards the couple with daunt. After exposing his true purpose of escorting them to their lair, they'd know they will be dying soon ….. Yet, spending their final moments together as pleased before draining their lives, sucking their souls down to a pulp was the least the Dark Lord could afford. Little sympathy was shed upon them, for it was overly difficult to relate to such - weaknesses. Cast from the ethereal plane into the material world Leinhart was still an otherworldly being, a Pureblood without a beating heart. Literally. Humans were overpopulated, not only, but they just so happened to be his favorite entrée and this was … Survival of the fittest. Still, just moments before and the man had tried to escape leaving his own lady to the chaos and disarray that was soon to transpire. There was no love there, not at all but there was no further discrimination … They were bound to suffer together. While the apartment building was abandoned, so was the windows barred and virtually there had been no escape for the couple to run. In turn, Leinhart was worriless. 

The Ancient paced himself into the corridor leading towards the open space of the living room, taking a seat in the dimly lit area upon a comfy loveseat. His body lazily sprawled about with his head resting against the top of the chair, tossing the largely brimmed fedora across the room as it landed almost perfectly on the surface of a wooden coffee stand in the corner of the opposite side. There'd been no better place to stay atleast for the night. Unbuttoning his fleece casting it aside along with his plain white V-neck shirt exposing a slim yet naturally chiseled torso like that of some professional athlete, Leinhart lounged in the half-flickering lights kicking his feet out as he sort of sat and took out the time to further assess the night while it was still young. Tatia was having a ball nonetheless, but he also desired her to come entertain him for some of the evening. The city was full of wonders they had no idea of and so did he have many dark fantasies of her that yet been fulfilled. Killing their gains right now held no enjoyment. 

@Eternity

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Dropping her hands to rest at her sides, she watched as the male came further into the room. She could read the fear on his face, although his eyes stayed dry for the moment. Knowing that there would be no escape for the pair, Tatia sighed. “Well, You two, enjoy your last moments together.” Her fun was somewhat dampened, as Lein beckoned her leave the couple for the time being. Following Leinhart out into the corridor, she closed the door behind herself. Knowing she could still hear their racing heartbeats, it would be futile for them to try to make any sort of attempts to leave. 

Leaving them in the room alone would give them more freedom of will to discuss what was happening, or perhaps they would scream or even cry it out on the bed. Tatia knew the girl would have a flare up in anger, as she felt it in the back of her mind directed at her lover. There was no real love between the college students, and emotions were ready to fly between them. The energy of the two boiled off of them as Tatia left the room, leaving a grin of pleasure on her face as she followed Lein to the living room. 

Standing in the doorway of the living room, she watched with her icy blues as Lein removed restricting clothing and relaxed on the couch. Taking in the room that obviously had seen better days, she walked to stand in front of Leinhart. Seeing how relaxed he sat waiting, waiting for her to join him it appeared to her. Reading his energy as he awaited his beloved to join him, Tatia gave him the softest of smiles. Toning down the wild side of her that pushed to the front so eagerly, she carefully unclasped the belts that carefully hung around her hips over the long coat she wore. Letting the leather and chain belts fall to the floor, she slid her arms from the tight sleeves of the coat and tossed it over the end of the couch. Now with her arms exposed, the green top cut off at the shoulders leaving her pale arms exposed. 

“You tease me.” Giving Lein a short pouty face, Tatia stood in front of him eyeing how he awaited her. They honestly hadn’t shared many intimate moments since her rebirth, always felt second to the Choisel Coven and any plans Lein had in play. Promised some time alone with him, she didn’t know how to feel, how to indulge in every moment with him. 

Walking up between his legs that laid at a relaxed position; the heels of her thigh high boots stabbing in the remnants of an accent rug that had faded with time, Tatia lowered herself to sit in his lap. Oddly it felt foreign to her to make such a move against him, but she followed through with draping one arm along his shoulders as the other rested on the dark green leggings she wore. Shaking her head ever so slightly to allow the loose strands of dark hair to fall away from her face, she found herself tracing over every detail of his face to the lines in his neck to the bit of exposed chest through his shirt. 

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The cushion from her soft bottom as she sat betwixt him, his legs spread wide in their easing peacefulness; attractively enough, she was every thing and more the Patriarch could possibly ever desire in a woman. Of course she was, Tatia was manifested from His flesh and Blood …. Her remarkable beauty was a reflection of his own glamour and grace. A slender hand ran itself slowly down the interior of her leggings, she found herself tracing a finger down the bridge of his nose and so did he find himself with the tip of a clawed finger as he glided his hand back up towards the inner thigh, easily tearing through the fabric of her wear. Puncturing into her flesh, digging his blackened nail into the porcelain white of her skin - this rather erotic moment was taken as unhurriedly as possible. She faced him with her pools of innocent blues an arm slung over his shoulder, it was true …. he was roused and galvanized by her slight dominance and for once, it actually felt right the connection between them unlike any thing experienced since her resurrection. He had given her all she desired, and whatever she wished more of …. It was Her's his Matriarch's for the keeping as was His soul, something he'd never take from her again …. Something, that Leinhart only shared with Tatia. His freed hand found itself wrapping around her neck in a clench full, pressing his thumb against the lifelessness of a vein in her throat in the heat of the moment and from his seated position he reeled as close he'd get to the nearest ear in which he whispered a poison that never been so pleasurable to be heard.

"Devour me. I can only recall last the time you've done, so."

What would seem a rather heinous or odious thing to do …. They were Vampires, Purebloods of the Underworld, eaters of the Blood and Flesh …. This was his way to express to her their inseparable and intense affection. His voice rung through her ear in euphoria smooth as honey from his reeled position, he didn't resist what she did next. A slither of a moistened tongue erected from his thinned pinkish lips as he slid it desperately down the tenderness of a cheekbone, rolling its way to the bottom of her neck before stopping at her naked collarbone. His grip remained firm around her throat for the time being, but then, he found his self tempted to grope at her one of her breasts in slow, sensual touches. All the while, the captures of the couple had been forgotten, they no longer seemed a nuisance in their silence behind the closed door; lost in his lechery for her to delve fangs into his flesh and saturate desires with the richness of his pureblood. 

"Tatia Choisel, you are mine aren't you?"

@Eternity

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The way his hand glided down her leg leaving a trail of blood before her skin knitted itself in place made her lean back, tilting her head allowing her hair to fall back over her shoulders. Biting the lower half of her painted lips, she felt him pull in close to her ear to whisper such desired poison. Tightening the arm around his shoulder, pulling herself in close to his face to meet his equally icy gaze. Lein’s hand held tightly over her neck, she smirked as the wetness of his tongue traced down her cheekbone to her collarbone. Tatia’s eyes closed in the moment, as his hot breath lingered a moment on her skin as he moved over her flesh. 

Devour him, take every last bit of him into her. Leinhart had resurrected her in his image, brought her to a new life of immortality. He craved her touch, her love, to have her solely dedicated to him. She could tame him with a touch, with melodic soothing words. And she knew it. 

Tatia kept the look between them, her lustful face shifted to show the love she carried for him in her dead heart.  The tightness of his grip didn’t keep her from speaking, as she pledged. “Yes Leinhart, I am yours. As you are mine.” 

Bringing her free hand up to break his grip from her neck, she would nestle in close to his neck allowing her to lick the top of his collar bone. Eyeing the vein that coursed with the very lifesource that animated them, her fingertip delicately traced it up to just behind his ear. Her hand still held his by the wrist, her fingernails pressing into the flesh like daggers. Pulling away from his neck, Tatia sat up bringing his wrist to her mouth as her nails kept the gateway of blood open. 

Whispering, “Devour.” Tatia wrapped her lips around the place her nails punctured his flesh, her tongue darting around the mini wounds keeping them from healing. Allowing some of his blood to rest on her lips, she found herself hovering her mouth just above his own. Meeting Leinhart’s gaze, she finished moving into steal a kiss from the Choisel Lord. 

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Even as the Kronos was still currently reeled towards the crevice of her neck she broke his grip from further domination. The exposed side of his own collarbone cringed in ecstasy at the slithering wetness of her riding tongue. As she pierced into the ulnar artery of his wrist with her glass like nails for a supernatural of incomparable senses, felt extremely sensual - a good rush for the pureblood. Yet, he remained composed with her there in his lap. As she stole her kiss in her painted red lips he returned it with the hand that she had not been holding unto her left cheek. Tracing the very hand that rode it's way across his lean torso back up to the pointed edge of his ear with her eyes to sink into the black flames of the past, the future, but even amongst a monster did she find a man ...  she would argue, then. 

"That my Pureblood of 5,000 years bestowed immortality upon you." 

 

@Eternity

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The taste of his blood was very familiar, as it was definitely the life source that brought her to be what she is today. Her lips were gentle against his flesh, but her tongue worked to keep his delicate wounds from closing. Pulling away from his wrist, Tatia had her eyes closed with a blissful smile showing her fangs had fully extended. Flicking her tongue to take away a stray drop of his blood from her bottom lip, she met his gaze once more. 

“An immortality spent with you, my love.” 

Stealing a kiss from Leinhart, she lingered on the taste of his lips before breaking away. Pausing a moment, she listened very patiently. Something just didn’t quite seem right, it didn’t take much for her to hear through the building. 

Suddenly her attention had broke from her lover to hear some banging from down the hall, launching herself from Leinhart’s lap, Tatia had moved in a blurring speed towards the bedroom where they had left their guests to lament in their new fates. When Leinhart would join her, Tatia had flung the door to the bedroom open so hard it was barely hanging on by the hinges. 

“What have you done?” The words were so soft and gentle as they came from Tatia, who now stood just in front of the man’s body that was hanging from the exposed rafters of the bedroom. The woman sat crunched into a ball near the old dresser someone had left behind years ago, her hands spread across her red face as tears poured from her eyes. 

Ignoring the crazy sobs from the woman as her boyfriend hung from the ceiling, Tatia, followed the old yellowed bed sheet he used to hang himself with to the poster of the bed. Glancing back to Lein, she pulled the end of the sheet rope just right, dropping the body with a loud thud to the floor. The very sound of the drop made the girl scream, her fingers scratching at her eyes as she sobbed even louder. 

“Well, well, isn’t this a shame..” 

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On a summer night of a Blood Moon the people of Kabbalat and their leaders burned down every unholy house in the land of Lyon in search of the Lady Phoenix and her vampire. In their cottage away from the dangers of the City, naked in the warmth of satin sheets they romanced endearingly. A longevity seven centuries ago Tatia was in human flesh. and breathing.  Now, he found himself staring into the pits of a resurrected woman, his Bride and her gift of Choisel immortality.

In a short lived nostalgia away from the apartment and their sojourn, Tatia pursed her lips unto his breaking him free from he recollections of their distant past . The sensations of her drawing, sucking, pulling the sweet nectar from the arteries soon was no longer numb in his left forearm once she stopped drinking and ceased her tongue from prohibiting recovery. The hand upon her cheek glided fingertips down her face, barely breaking into a layer of her skin. Lifting from near her chest he held his tongue beneath her chin to catch the rolling red fluid run down the side of her face. Then the sound of some bolder came crashing from the backroom, abruptly ruining their intimacy. Craning his neck eerily in a final glance abroad the other side of the hall, piercing the the flickering lights with bewilderment, his gaze stretched towards the loud thud that echoed the corridor through the apartment. In her heightened alertness as always, Tatia was first to respond bursting from his lap with phenomenal acceleration until her vibrating form halted by the bedroom, prying the door in her vampiric prowess. 

"Culpabilities got him before we were able to put them to good use? What a tragedy, no?"

In his slightest impressions, the Ancient's presumptions were if ever hardly mistaken. Judging by the young lady’s hysteria and the Countess's insight, some dreadful misfortune had to occur to her lover. Through what his sister witnessed, he didn’t necessarily have to peek into the room to conjure her sightings. Through the Matriarch's mind eye he envisioned the image of the hangman suffocated out of his own accord in the center of the room. Leinhart let out an exasperating sough, porcelain hands cracked together in an unnatural 360' degree rotation, contorting from the wrists and tendons only to sew the damaged ligaments anew in the next seconds that came. He stood up to rise to his full height of nearly 6' 1/2 feet, the natural cast of darkness beneath him from the room retrospectively, reflecting the frightening stature of their Master's in return. In the blink of a second his towering form beneath his vneck and the golden glitters he tried hard not to reveal, cast themselves at the doorway as Tatia moved to unhang the bedsheet from the rafter and so the corpse of the wrangling man that could not bear the burden of death to come. Hanging onto the frame his left arm with the mark from his mistress's fangs, the Ancient traced his eyes over the sound of wailing woman. An aura of unnatural darkness would generate in his manipulation as he chanted an incantation over her mind, obeying his supreme command and enacting service at the end of his words.

"Clean this mess up, you will, under obedience of the true Redeemer. See yourself to the Queen once you have finished for a change of clothes. Tonight, we will have a little outing and you'll be at your best behavior as our puppet." 

One less person to play with was disinteresting. He winked for the hellavit’ a golden eye at Tatia before shifting on the balls of his steel toes, heading back into the shadows of the flickering lights the Choisel went to get ready for the nightclub.

@Eternity

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Leinhart wasn’t too far behind Tatia as she let down the body that now swung in the bedroom, meeting his gaze as he commanded the woman to clean up the mess, she smiled. Slapping her hands to dust away the grime of the sheet, she moved to the door leading into the bedroom. Pausing, she watched as the girl heeded the commands of Leinhart, his very power demanded her body to react. Watching as he turned on his toes to take his leave, she watched the girl get up to do what she was told. The sounds of her sobs became quiet, streaks from her tears stained her cheeks. Knowing that when she made her way to Tatia, she had to do some major work to remove the mess that was left upon her face. 

Away she turned making her way towards the room the couple had earlier claimed for themselves, the dark room that was painted in dark hues with purple highlights. This is the place where her clothing was housed for this specific trip, the masses of suitcases that were packed to the brim with dresses and other garments of interest. 

They were bound for the nightclub, and Tatia had the perfect short skirted dress to wear. Once inside the room, she had pulled the dress from the case in which she had it packed, the black dress had a skirt made of black feathers with silver sewn in the fabric in such an elegant design. Taking up the dress, Tatia disappeared behind a divider meant to give privacy. Stepping out moments later, she spun around in the tight little dress. 

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Leinhart would've to somehow reanimate the corpse of that hideous boyfriend later, but now, the girl grabbed him by the arms dragging his lifeless body across the hard surface into the large walk-in closet for the time being. Her clothes had obviously seen better days, dirtied as they were wrinkling. Her face from all the tears obviously a pain to her makeup and eyeshadow from the stains left. Tatia was left to handle once she dressed her own self for the occasion. The ancient found his way mysteriously popping up to her side behind that divider she was dressing.  A slender black polished hand gripped its talons along the framing. The Dark Lord interrupted the Countess further as he pushed her lingeried form against the wall, cornering her and began to make out with her soft lips pressed against his own with both hands riding down her curvaceous hips. 

"Now, where were we?"

He played and smooched her further, his left hand found it's way cupping gently over the side of her face and ear, sliding a leg at the knee between her - the scent of her flesh reminded him of the rose garden in the Chateau of their home. Leinhart could bed her then and there as planned as she was always, so irresistible in her features even more in the exposure of her nudeness. Staring her down deeply with his matching lustful eyes, she would give it to him if he desired. 

"I willn't interrupt our night over my impulsiveness. Finish, so we can get going and begin our festivities."

The Vampire smiled delicately replacing his hands from her and heading for his own change of clothes under the fluorescent purple lighting in their room. Then, he came to remember, when they had left the Chateau he had not picked himself any thing, no luggage, just the few samples of the Elixir in the leather briefcase he sat out by the couch in the living room. Tatia in her preparedness of the Count's forgetfulness, had packed an emergency outfit or two for situations as this. Once she dressed herself in that obsidian silk feathered dress he made it quick to double checking her baggage for something of his own he could wear. In the bottom of the briefcase he pulled out a silk black long-sleeved button up and matching slacks, a pair of dark cowhide loafers and some purple tinted aviator shades.

There was no shame in his game of course, he dropped his draws and everything above to the floor staring at Tatia in his sculpt nakedness, licking a coyful tongue at a protruding fang. Without much time to spare in-between he clothed himself leaving the buttons open on his dress shirt around his neck hung a massive lycan fang in the form of a necklace and faced towards the wall of the room with the human girl that should have finished getting herself ready as well. Running his hands to brush through the strands of his cascading mane down the shoulders, Leinhart began towards the exit of their room.

@Eternity

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